Well, I'm back home. Finally. I look back at this blog and it's nice because it helps me recreate the timeline. As in, I know I went in for surgery on Tuesday around noon. I have absolutely -0- recollection on Wednesday. I mean to say, that entire day just simply doesn't exist for me. I'm sure I was awake, and I did something, and probably even talked to people. I had to have eaten. I was in the SICU, and I think I can recall some vague memories. But really, not much.
Today, I can recall. Thursday. It really felt like a whole bunch of sitting around for no reason. But there was reason, and I realize it. The visit from neurosurgery. The multiple discussions on discharge instructions. The talk about the various pills and prescriptives and what's crucial and what can be skipped. The follow-up appointments, with radiation oncology, medical oncology, hematological oncology, and neurosurgery wound check.
So much more still to go. And yet, so much behind us. The speed with which everything happened is just surreal. It's hard for me to truly recognize and appreciate everything that's happened over the past two weeks. From nothing at all, to headaches, to diplopia, to diagnosis of a brain tumor, to exploratory surgery, to recovery, to resective surgery, to home.
It almost makes no sense. And yet, it's happened. Here I am, sitting at home, at my desktop computer, typing away, with a slight pain where there's a new hole in my head. I've got a titanium plate and a few screws on my forehead now.
It's all just unreal.
BUT you're sitting at home, at your desktop computer, typing away. Congratulations!
ReplyDeleteIt's scary to lose time, to not recall whole chunks of it. It's awesome though, like Bob says, that you can type and move around and function. Modern medicine...wow!
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